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finding ways
by Shirin Swift
caves washed by the high-tide
hollow from waking, longing
in this simple room painted by candlelight
the saltspray hastens to loosen dreamers from faceless hidden vines
then gaze at the strange, fierce moon gathering ties
discarded by their purer spirits
01/04/2013 Posted on 01/05/2013
Copyright © 2025 Shirin Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 01/06/13 at 02:48 PM I get the feeling that what I always knew to be true is also true for you, too...that infinity exists between opening up even when limits are there. |
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